Kkutlord
Prince of Breath
- Location
- Indianapolis, Indiana
OOC
As if on cue, a hole naturally splits open in the floor before him. Catching sight of appears to be a stairwell, the mysterious man straightens himself as a dark-skinned yet blonde man emerges. The hole in the floor disappearing, the young man pulls his right hand out from his pocket- Revealing himself to be wearing a white knuckleduster. Sharp yellow eyes darting to the throne sitting man, it is the newcomer who speaks first- Somewhat gruffly, but nonetheless respectful.
"So, boss man, about the new guy I'm assigned to..." The blue haired man smiling amused and lifting an eyebrow in curiosity, he responds rather pleasantly. "You mean Psychic Destroyer, yes Hell Lightning? Oh, and please do call me by name." The dark-skinned man, "Hell Lightning", simply rubs the back of his neck with his right hand and gives the blue haired man a casually questioning look before responding.
"Right... I mean no disrespect sir, but Researcher of Life is obviously not your real name. I mean, unless your parents just really hated you or something." The sharp-dressed man, "Researcher of Life", continues smiling amused as he answers playfully. "Oh they did, but that's not why I'm named this." Hell Lightning muttering a simple doubtful "Right...", he shakes his head before speaking about what he came to about.
"Well, the dude is uh... Not really a good match for me." The "Researcher" waves his left hand dismissively, before replying. "Please, you're basically biological magitech. You, like, enough of a Psychic for him." Hell Lightning twists up his face, bit annoyed at having to explain. "I don't like dealing with upset people boss man..."
Rather than the "Researcher" answering, a cold feminine voice calls out "Then perhaps I should send Mind with you?" Emerging from the shadows cast by the throne is a mysterious woman, decked out in a black & purple uniform. Her cape fluttering some as she approaches Hell Lightning, the man snarls at her and tenses. The mysterious woman, though face obscured by a black mask, brushes back her purple & black hair in a show of indifference.
Researcher sighs at this little display, and suddenly the space between Hell Lightning & the woman seems to double. The mysterious woman looking over to Researcher, she listens quietly as he speaks up slightly exasperated "I take it you're here for something other than harassing him, Mistress Arcane?" The so named Mistress Arcane making a simple "Hm", she answers very politely.
"I don't see how Kindred Spirit counts as a 'Magical Girl'. They aren't simply every young woman who commands magic, you know. For that reason, I haven't personally greeted her yet. When it comes to Mister Lightning, I was being genuine in my offer. I truly don't understand why he dislikes me so much." Electricity crackles around Hell Lightning, snarling at Mistress Arcane.
"Like you don't know, you vile abomination. Keep that awful pet away from my subjects..." Bringing her fingers up to her white necklace and feeling the white gemstone, icky darkness leaks out from between them. Crossing her arms against her chest, she and Hell Lightning stare at each other before Researcher loudly coughs & speaks rather casually.
"Hell Lightning, I figured that Psychic Destroyer could relate with you given the similar background. As for Mistress Arcane, you really need to broaden your horizons. I mean really, you can't keep-" Before he could finish, a hole opens naturally in the ceiling. From above, descends a young woman gliding on wings of black feathers. Softly touching the crystalline floor, the black haired woman bows before the man before her.
The man in question briefly notes her arms made of bone, smiling proudly before opening his arms wide and crying out cheerfully "Bone Harpy, what brings you here today?" Her green eyes narrowing in hatred, she closes them and breaths before answering calmly. "I've consulted with the Ashen Analyzer, they've agreed to converse with the Dauntless Scribe."
Standing up onto her feet, it becomes clear she is wearing a choker of peculiar white. Rubbing at her choker with her left bone hand, she has a barely contained expression of disgust directed at the Researcher. The blue haired man, however, doesn't seem to notice as he replies happily "Wonderful news, though what about-" From out of nowhere a portal forms, out of which an elegantly dressed woman practically lunges into Researcher's embrace. The whiteness and elegance of her dress almost making her look like a bride, she looks at Researcher tearfully before speaking apologetically.
"I-I tried getting Springing Star to discuss about S-Stands, yet I a-almost revealed myself let alone what you are! P-please forgive me husband!" Researcher simply smiles fondly at her, brushing her hair as he leans in to kiss her. Bone Harpy, seeing this display, snarls in disgust. Hell Lightning simply seems awkward about seeing this, whereas Mistress Arcane is completely indifferent.
The almost bridal woman snuggling up in Researcher's embrace, as she glances over Hell Lightning & Mistress Arcane she seems very smug. Yet upon seeing Bone Harpy, the blonde almost-bride snarls back at her before calling out venomously "Impudent brat, have you not yet learned respect for our god?" Bone Harpy makes a dismissive "Tch", before venomously spitting right back.
"You've yet to be anything other than a fancy doll, so of course you're still calling him god." The two women snarling at each other, Mistress Arcane speaks simply to Hell Lightning "Perhaps it would be prudent to leave them to their family squabble?" The dark skinned man looking displeased she had an intelligent suggestion, before he could say anything blaring alarms suddenly go off.
The room flashing red, the displays all show one thing in common: The cell doors wide open. The only one to verbally react, though, as the woman in Researcher's lap. "They're free!?" Bone Harpy shoots her one last snarl, and flaps her wings with clear force to fly out from the roof. The entrance closing behind her, Researcher looks over to Hell Lightning before snapping authoritatively.
"Both of you, get out there now and force whoever you can back into their cells!" Hell Lightning simply nods affirmative, descending a newly appeared stairwell whilst Mistress Arcane vanishes into the throne's shadows. The woman in Researcher's lap steps to her feet, yet he stops her by grabbing her arm. Looking back at him with uncertainty, Researcher pulls her back before whispering.
"There's something more important I need you to do, my Shining Love..." Rubbing her white wedding ring with his fingers, Shining Love nods at him and steps through a portal. Now all alone, the Researcher looks back at the displays. With more and more empty cells, the man starts laughing. Wide grin on his face, he just won't stop laughing- Save for a few short words: "What meaningless effort."
Crackle, the sound of a lonesome ball of fire. Bright orange in color, it lazily drifts through the air. Watching it is a young red haired girl, perhaps no older than sixteen. Red eyes following the ball of flame as it floats about, she sighs in boredom. Stretching out her arms and legs, she pulls herself into a sitting position. Lazily looking herself over, she looks up at the white ceiling and asks rather casually. "Yo, spooky ceiling lady, load up my Nomura outfit."
The redhaired girl jumping to her feet, a polite feminine voice responds. ~"The one with the scarf or the one with the scabbard?"~ Looking up at the ceiling with a confused look, the girl motions towards the wall as a door opens to a bathroom. Stepping through and eyeing up the shower, the redheaded girl answers back with slight annoyance.
"The scabbard one is my Tales outfit, duh. I wanna look like a Final Fantasy character... Today?" Looking into the mirror and pulling back her cheeks to examine her teeth, the feminine voice speaks once more. ~"It has been several days, estimated at between four and six."~ The girl mutters a curse under her breath, before the voice continues. ~"I am currently generating the uniform, would you like me to match the speed to your showering time?"~
Tapping her foot as she mulls it over, the girl shrugs apathetically as she replies "Eh, why not?" Stepping into the shower, the girl's current clothes dematerialize as she begins cleaning herself. Once the water finally stops, the girl's figure becomes enveloped in flames as she steps out. Letting the fires only go out as she slips on more of her uniform, once complete she walks over to the mirror.
Adjusting her red scarf and holding one of its two "tail wings", she makes a motion with her free hand- And the mirror expands into a full body one. Wearing an overall red outfit with black belts for stripes, she tugs on her jacket first. Nodding in approval, she twists side-to-side so her dress would flare up. Finally, patting down the pants she wears, the redheaded girl does a little triumphant spin.
Though as she gives her mirror self a gloved thumbs up, the girl looks annoyed as she hears clapping. Brushing her teeth rather annoyed, she closes her eyes as the feminine voice cheerfully congratules her. ~"What an excellent outfit Infernus Dreamer, will you be performing marvelous displays of power today?"~ Spiting into the sink rather forcefully, "Infernus Dreamer" leaps through the doorway into her bedroom once more.
Looking back to see the bathroom door disappear, the girl kneads her forehead before speaking slightly annoyed yet mostly apathetic. "My name is still Faith Long, and honestly I'm just bored. Apparently, that's how one feels when they've laid on their bed for six days straight, weird huh?" The ceiling voice, perhaps unsurprisingly, takes Faith(?)'s words completely seriously.
"Indeed that is weird, you can do most anything here. Though I must correct you yet again, your name is Infernus Dreamer, not Faith Long. Why not conjure up more holographic targets of that Griffith fellow?" Faith(?) setting her gaze on the still floating fireball, she holds up her right hand- And it snuffs out of existence as she clenches her hand.
Walking up to the sole omnipresent door, Faith gently lowers her head against it before responding with no real energy. "Because I can only lash out so much at someone I don't know anything about. Didn't you at all wonder why I didn't do repeats before, like with Carnage or Validar? I know about things a lot more than I actually do know well."
Leaning against the door so she's not putting all her energy into standing up, Faith listens quietly as the ceiling woman responds. ~"You can always access whatever media they manifest in, so isn't that more your own-"~ Tilting her head to look up at the ceiling in confusion, the lights black out for a moment- And Faith suddenly finds herself falling over.
Letting out a quick "Ow!", the black belted girl rubs the back of her head. Yet, she stops upon realizing she's halfway through a door. Bringing herself to sit with her legs arched, her places her right hand over her flat chest to feel her heart beating. Slowly standing up, Faith swallows nervously as she turns around- And her red eyes widen as she spots a massive crystalline tower in the distance.
"Am I... Free?" It is then she hears running, and away from the tower to see others emerging from their cells. Letting her gaze follow those who are running, Faith begins taking in the sights before her- The closest is a massive sandy desert, with her barely able to make anything out from this distance. Though upon squinting her eyes, Faith pulls her back upon making out what seems like a forest.
Stepping out from her cell and feeling something crush beneath her shoes, Faith looses a simple "Oh" upon realizing she's standing on grass. Spinning lightly in place as she takes in the sight and noises, she spots someone closely examining a rather suspicious looking pillar. Turning around and spotting more such pillars mounted on the grasslands, Faith refocuses on the first one- Only to get distracted by the massive city inexplicably bordering the desert.
"What the... Who is even in charge here!? This is insane!" Running her fingers through her hair, Faith begins pacing aimlessly about the grasslands outside her cell, clearly trying to process what is going on. Glancing back to the closest pillar to herself and the massive city, Faith stops as she examines the person she saw more closely: Black hair, fair skinned, a purple jacket and black pants.
"They seem... Oddly familiar, not sure why though." With that thought, Faith startles as that person looks over at her. Now able to properly make out they're a her, Faith takes note of the purple eyes and black buttoned shirt. Still, as soon as the lady looked, she just as quickly refocused on the pillar. Faith letting out a sigh, as she starts properly noticing the others- Her eyes widen at how familiar and, well, "fictional" some of them are.
???
Clink, clink! Upon a crystalline throne of blue, sits a man absentmindedly tapping his foot. Though from a glance he seemingly wears a business suit, the primarily white and accenting blue & gold makes it very irregular. His blue hair, stylized very orderly, even frames his golden eyes. Lazily looking up at thousands of regularly shifting displays, each shows a room- Each with their own occupants, and many the default white bedroom. Still, the man sighs in boredom, using his left hand to prop up his face.
As if on cue, a hole naturally splits open in the floor before him. Catching sight of appears to be a stairwell, the mysterious man straightens himself as a dark-skinned yet blonde man emerges. The hole in the floor disappearing, the young man pulls his right hand out from his pocket- Revealing himself to be wearing a white knuckleduster. Sharp yellow eyes darting to the throne sitting man, it is the newcomer who speaks first- Somewhat gruffly, but nonetheless respectful.
"So, boss man, about the new guy I'm assigned to..." The blue haired man smiling amused and lifting an eyebrow in curiosity, he responds rather pleasantly. "You mean Psychic Destroyer, yes Hell Lightning? Oh, and please do call me by name." The dark-skinned man, "Hell Lightning", simply rubs the back of his neck with his right hand and gives the blue haired man a casually questioning look before responding.
"Right... I mean no disrespect sir, but Researcher of Life is obviously not your real name. I mean, unless your parents just really hated you or something." The sharp-dressed man, "Researcher of Life", continues smiling amused as he answers playfully. "Oh they did, but that's not why I'm named this." Hell Lightning muttering a simple doubtful "Right...", he shakes his head before speaking about what he came to about.
"Well, the dude is uh... Not really a good match for me." The "Researcher" waves his left hand dismissively, before replying. "Please, you're basically biological magitech. You, like, enough of a Psychic for him." Hell Lightning twists up his face, bit annoyed at having to explain. "I don't like dealing with upset people boss man..."
Rather than the "Researcher" answering, a cold feminine voice calls out "Then perhaps I should send Mind with you?" Emerging from the shadows cast by the throne is a mysterious woman, decked out in a black & purple uniform. Her cape fluttering some as she approaches Hell Lightning, the man snarls at her and tenses. The mysterious woman, though face obscured by a black mask, brushes back her purple & black hair in a show of indifference.
Researcher sighs at this little display, and suddenly the space between Hell Lightning & the woman seems to double. The mysterious woman looking over to Researcher, she listens quietly as he speaks up slightly exasperated "I take it you're here for something other than harassing him, Mistress Arcane?" The so named Mistress Arcane making a simple "Hm", she answers very politely.
"I don't see how Kindred Spirit counts as a 'Magical Girl'. They aren't simply every young woman who commands magic, you know. For that reason, I haven't personally greeted her yet. When it comes to Mister Lightning, I was being genuine in my offer. I truly don't understand why he dislikes me so much." Electricity crackles around Hell Lightning, snarling at Mistress Arcane.
"Like you don't know, you vile abomination. Keep that awful pet away from my subjects..." Bringing her fingers up to her white necklace and feeling the white gemstone, icky darkness leaks out from between them. Crossing her arms against her chest, she and Hell Lightning stare at each other before Researcher loudly coughs & speaks rather casually.
"Hell Lightning, I figured that Psychic Destroyer could relate with you given the similar background. As for Mistress Arcane, you really need to broaden your horizons. I mean really, you can't keep-" Before he could finish, a hole opens naturally in the ceiling. From above, descends a young woman gliding on wings of black feathers. Softly touching the crystalline floor, the black haired woman bows before the man before her.
The man in question briefly notes her arms made of bone, smiling proudly before opening his arms wide and crying out cheerfully "Bone Harpy, what brings you here today?" Her green eyes narrowing in hatred, she closes them and breaths before answering calmly. "I've consulted with the Ashen Analyzer, they've agreed to converse with the Dauntless Scribe."
Standing up onto her feet, it becomes clear she is wearing a choker of peculiar white. Rubbing at her choker with her left bone hand, she has a barely contained expression of disgust directed at the Researcher. The blue haired man, however, doesn't seem to notice as he replies happily "Wonderful news, though what about-" From out of nowhere a portal forms, out of which an elegantly dressed woman practically lunges into Researcher's embrace. The whiteness and elegance of her dress almost making her look like a bride, she looks at Researcher tearfully before speaking apologetically.
"I-I tried getting Springing Star to discuss about S-Stands, yet I a-almost revealed myself let alone what you are! P-please forgive me husband!" Researcher simply smiles fondly at her, brushing her hair as he leans in to kiss her. Bone Harpy, seeing this display, snarls in disgust. Hell Lightning simply seems awkward about seeing this, whereas Mistress Arcane is completely indifferent.
The almost bridal woman snuggling up in Researcher's embrace, as she glances over Hell Lightning & Mistress Arcane she seems very smug. Yet upon seeing Bone Harpy, the blonde almost-bride snarls back at her before calling out venomously "Impudent brat, have you not yet learned respect for our god?" Bone Harpy makes a dismissive "Tch", before venomously spitting right back.
"You've yet to be anything other than a fancy doll, so of course you're still calling him god." The two women snarling at each other, Mistress Arcane speaks simply to Hell Lightning "Perhaps it would be prudent to leave them to their family squabble?" The dark skinned man looking displeased she had an intelligent suggestion, before he could say anything blaring alarms suddenly go off.
The room flashing red, the displays all show one thing in common: The cell doors wide open. The only one to verbally react, though, as the woman in Researcher's lap. "They're free!?" Bone Harpy shoots her one last snarl, and flaps her wings with clear force to fly out from the roof. The entrance closing behind her, Researcher looks over to Hell Lightning before snapping authoritatively.
"Both of you, get out there now and force whoever you can back into their cells!" Hell Lightning simply nods affirmative, descending a newly appeared stairwell whilst Mistress Arcane vanishes into the throne's shadows. The woman in Researcher's lap steps to her feet, yet he stops her by grabbing her arm. Looking back at him with uncertainty, Researcher pulls her back before whispering.
"There's something more important I need you to do, my Shining Love..." Rubbing her white wedding ring with his fingers, Shining Love nods at him and steps through a portal. Now all alone, the Researcher looks back at the displays. With more and more empty cells, the man starts laughing. Wide grin on his face, he just won't stop laughing- Save for a few short words: "What meaningless effort."
Cell No. ???
Crackle, the sound of a lonesome ball of fire. Bright orange in color, it lazily drifts through the air. Watching it is a young red haired girl, perhaps no older than sixteen. Red eyes following the ball of flame as it floats about, she sighs in boredom. Stretching out her arms and legs, she pulls herself into a sitting position. Lazily looking herself over, she looks up at the white ceiling and asks rather casually. "Yo, spooky ceiling lady, load up my Nomura outfit."
The redhaired girl jumping to her feet, a polite feminine voice responds. ~"The one with the scarf or the one with the scabbard?"~ Looking up at the ceiling with a confused look, the girl motions towards the wall as a door opens to a bathroom. Stepping through and eyeing up the shower, the redheaded girl answers back with slight annoyance.
"The scabbard one is my Tales outfit, duh. I wanna look like a Final Fantasy character... Today?" Looking into the mirror and pulling back her cheeks to examine her teeth, the feminine voice speaks once more. ~"It has been several days, estimated at between four and six."~ The girl mutters a curse under her breath, before the voice continues. ~"I am currently generating the uniform, would you like me to match the speed to your showering time?"~
Tapping her foot as she mulls it over, the girl shrugs apathetically as she replies "Eh, why not?" Stepping into the shower, the girl's current clothes dematerialize as she begins cleaning herself. Once the water finally stops, the girl's figure becomes enveloped in flames as she steps out. Letting the fires only go out as she slips on more of her uniform, once complete she walks over to the mirror.
Adjusting her red scarf and holding one of its two "tail wings", she makes a motion with her free hand- And the mirror expands into a full body one. Wearing an overall red outfit with black belts for stripes, she tugs on her jacket first. Nodding in approval, she twists side-to-side so her dress would flare up. Finally, patting down the pants she wears, the redheaded girl does a little triumphant spin.
Though as she gives her mirror self a gloved thumbs up, the girl looks annoyed as she hears clapping. Brushing her teeth rather annoyed, she closes her eyes as the feminine voice cheerfully congratules her. ~"What an excellent outfit Infernus Dreamer, will you be performing marvelous displays of power today?"~ Spiting into the sink rather forcefully, "Infernus Dreamer" leaps through the doorway into her bedroom once more.
Looking back to see the bathroom door disappear, the girl kneads her forehead before speaking slightly annoyed yet mostly apathetic. "My name is still Faith Long, and honestly I'm just bored. Apparently, that's how one feels when they've laid on their bed for six days straight, weird huh?" The ceiling voice, perhaps unsurprisingly, takes Faith(?)'s words completely seriously.
"Indeed that is weird, you can do most anything here. Though I must correct you yet again, your name is Infernus Dreamer, not Faith Long. Why not conjure up more holographic targets of that Griffith fellow?" Faith(?) setting her gaze on the still floating fireball, she holds up her right hand- And it snuffs out of existence as she clenches her hand.
Walking up to the sole omnipresent door, Faith gently lowers her head against it before responding with no real energy. "Because I can only lash out so much at someone I don't know anything about. Didn't you at all wonder why I didn't do repeats before, like with Carnage or Validar? I know about things a lot more than I actually do know well."
Leaning against the door so she's not putting all her energy into standing up, Faith listens quietly as the ceiling woman responds. ~"You can always access whatever media they manifest in, so isn't that more your own-"~ Tilting her head to look up at the ceiling in confusion, the lights black out for a moment- And Faith suddenly finds herself falling over.
Letting out a quick "Ow!", the black belted girl rubs the back of her head. Yet, she stops upon realizing she's halfway through a door. Bringing herself to sit with her legs arched, her places her right hand over her flat chest to feel her heart beating. Slowly standing up, Faith swallows nervously as she turns around- And her red eyes widen as she spots a massive crystalline tower in the distance.
"Am I... Free?" It is then she hears running, and away from the tower to see others emerging from their cells. Letting her gaze follow those who are running, Faith begins taking in the sights before her- The closest is a massive sandy desert, with her barely able to make anything out from this distance. Though upon squinting her eyes, Faith pulls her back upon making out what seems like a forest.
Stepping out from her cell and feeling something crush beneath her shoes, Faith looses a simple "Oh" upon realizing she's standing on grass. Spinning lightly in place as she takes in the sight and noises, she spots someone closely examining a rather suspicious looking pillar. Turning around and spotting more such pillars mounted on the grasslands, Faith refocuses on the first one- Only to get distracted by the massive city inexplicably bordering the desert.
"What the... Who is even in charge here!? This is insane!" Running her fingers through her hair, Faith begins pacing aimlessly about the grasslands outside her cell, clearly trying to process what is going on. Glancing back to the closest pillar to herself and the massive city, Faith stops as she examines the person she saw more closely: Black hair, fair skinned, a purple jacket and black pants.
"They seem... Oddly familiar, not sure why though." With that thought, Faith startles as that person looks over at her. Now able to properly make out they're a her, Faith takes note of the purple eyes and black buttoned shirt. Still, as soon as the lady looked, she just as quickly refocused on the pillar. Faith letting out a sigh, as she starts properly noticing the others- Her eyes widen at how familiar and, well, "fictional" some of them are.
